Elvis is playing, and I long for a love that was never even mine.

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"I'll remember youLong after this endless summer has gone"






oh how I left my heart in Japan; it bothers me a little. 
How can one fall so in love, in such a short time? 

After such a journey, I wonder—can I ever fall in love again? 

this love, it only taunts me, too far away to actually ever bloom. 

I must keep it in my heart, let it rip me apart until it's gone. 



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